Struggling Well With Life

You can take the boy out of Jersey, but you can’t take the Jersey out of the boy. It has been almost a week since Terri and I had a night out on the town and the tunes of good ole Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons keep playing over and over in my head. Terri gave me “Jersey Boys” tickets for Christmas, and finally - I got enjoy my present. I have a southern wife - born in Marion, NC, two southern girls born right here in Charlotte, and I have been paying taxes here for two decades. I am even wearing sear-sucker pants with light suede bucks these days - that’s pretty southern. But last Thursday night I was all JERSEY. Smack dab in the middle of the south, and for those two hours of the performance - proud to be a Jersey boy. No worries - I already have my tickets for the south’s golden child - JT in June. “Gone to Carolina in my mind”.